“Struck at heart with guilt and passion, with confounded mind, I pray,
Say what’s better—I, thy pupil, come to thee for refuge, say!
“For I see not how this sorrow, drying my senses, can be driven,
Tho’ be mine a sway unstinted over earth or over heaven.”
So the doughty Lord of Slumber to the Lord of Senses spake;
“Fight I will not,” to the Cowherd spake he, and no sound did make.
Unto him whose heart was sinking, unto him in words of jest
Spake the Senses’ Lord, O Bhârat, right between the armies’ best.
(Krishna).
“Thou hast grieved for Whom thou shouldst not; words of wisdom yet hast said;—
Now the wise would never grieve for or the living or the dead.
“Nor is it that I have not been, no, nor thou, nor all these kings;
Nor is it that we shall not be, after all these worldly things.
“As the ’bodied soul in body suffers childhood, youth and age,
So it gets another body;—this will not afflict the sage.
